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Something similar. Not necessarily the fear of death or a painful death, but the very real possibility that once the light goes off, you disappear for good.

I won't get into religion or anything like that, but it all feels...very inefficient. IMO, reincarnation always seemed cool, because it's essentially the reuse of consciousness in another being. I also remember reading a cool story years ago where it turned out that everyone was actually the same person, and in death you reincarnated as the next person, with the ultimate goal of having lived every life to ever live and becoming god. The idea that someone could live for even a very brief moment, and that energy is just gone is just so wasteful that the universe just seems cruel for it to even be a possibility.

Seeing how rapidly and how fervently the public, one's own family even, can be turned into puppets of powerful interests. All it takes is the right messaging. The right conditioning. Television was just child's play. Today we've got "smart" phones, baby!

Alzheimer’s, and the fact that my mother’s genes put me at terrible risk of developing it. The idea of my mind slowly fracturing while my body continues to live is utterly terrifying to me, and I have actively thought about buying a gun to take care of the problem should it ever appear. Problem is, I don’t even know that I’ll recognize it if it does.

I don't really know how to describe it, but it's like I go through life just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When something shocking or remotely dangerous happens, my brain automatically assumes the worst is going to happen and I like go into survival mode. I get filled with such dread.

People, dying without ever been loved by a woman. Both of those are related.

I can agree with Archer on this one: brain aneurysms and saltwater crocodiles.

nearly everything unfortunately. my therapist tells me my amygdala is over active

My earbuds exploding while I'm using them

Time. Imagine not just you disappearing but all humans. Given enough time absolutely nothing lasts.

Being born. Don't want to make that mistake again.

Change. Particularly the kind I can't deal with.

The past year or two in the online landscape has been turbulent and has shown me that I fall back to the familiar as a coping mechanism. And if that familiar should be unavailable... Ouch. ;_;

The fact I won't be able to retire. I don't have the money because of financial abuse from my SO. I honestly don't know what I'll ever do. People in my city are living in tents in the park and I assume I will have to do that. I'll have a good pension but it won't be enough for the cost of living as it is now.

(Please don't suggest I leave, as kind as you all are, I cannot afford it).

Stage fright, depths.

Even though I am an arachnophobe, I also just can't stand insects in general. They're unholy creatures that I wouldn't mind if we removed without destroying the world. The worst part is I'm pretty sure my fear of insects comes from an early childhood cub scouts(?) day camp(?) trip where I opened a tarp on a wooden tent frame and saw a bunch of ants, so it's an early, somehow traumatic, childhood experience.

I want to die awake. Preferably a gunshot to the head. That bad things happen to good people even death, life isn't fair but you play the hand your dealt, and while not in vain, life has little meaning when thinking of times massive scale. Like the poem of Ozymandiaz.

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Willful Ignorance